This morning I awoke to the high pitch buzzing of mosquitoes right next to my ear. With my eyes closed I grab the air hoping to catch the annoying creature waking me at such an early hour. Slowly opening my hand the dull light shows a dark brown squished mess. Yes I got it! Wide eyed I…… Continue reading Reset
By Angela Wilson Standing in the kitchen, on this early October day, thighs leaning against the bench, hands wrist deep in warm soapy water. Have grown accustomed to this ritual since our dishwasher broke 6 months earlier, this time is now used to daydream, ponder on life and let thoughts take me away. Manicured grass…… Continue reading Winds of change
I remember you like yesterday. I remember the laughter and dreams. I remember all that used to be. I remember many warm memories as we built a life of our own. I remember you were my safe place, my haven, my home. Not a day goes by that I haven’t thought of you. I remember…… Continue reading Day 365
Spring, the windiest time of the year in Melbourne, reminds us to check our insurance policy. We all remember last October’s fierce winds, leaving a trail of destruction across the Dandenong ranges. Those freak winds ripped up 9 trees on our property, demolishing our home, crushing 3 cars, many metres of fencing and left us…… Continue reading Spring winds- time to check your insurance policy.
From the outside you would think she had it all. From a distance she has the looks, the perfect life and everything she desires. Yet we all know there is more to her than meets the eye. As you get closer you can see the frown wanting to escape from the corners of her mouth.…… Continue reading She ego
Home exists in my heart and kept alive in my dreams. Guiding each step and traces each footprint. Home never dies, never comes and goes Home is within, even if not yet seen Home is held in the earth, the stars, the wind and the trees Homes is breathed into by life Home creates feelings,…… Continue reading Home
The dust settles as the wind dies down Silence echo’s off my page Searching for words, nothing seems to want to come out Something has changed, the tone, the shape, the colour of life Everything looks different now I look back and see the path travelled With numerous twists and turns All bringing me till…… Continue reading Eyes open